Andre, Henry, Roger and the other Roger and so on...

One can whine about 'socialist realism',

but look at all the pedophiles

producing the 'bourgeois literature' 

of the time; a cabinet of monsters.

Genius justifies everything,

goal of social progress and equality nothing

- so say the

guardians of literary immortality still.

And when a genius betrays everything

he claims he stood for, what he claimed

society and civilization stands for,

when he betrays basic human decency...

Then he's still a genius, a worthy one,

his work adored, his crimes pushed aside,

justified - he didn't really hurt anyone,

did he, when he fucked a ten-year-old?

Because he was bourgeois,

he made art for the sake of art,

he made art for the bourgeois

and for the bourgeois who despise the bourgeois.

He was one of them, one of them

who have the keys to the kingdom of literature,

who anoint with holy oil the chosen

and put laurels on their embalmed heads.

27.03.2017